I hate that phrase.
On the surface it is just a phrase used to describe an event, ie a pregnancy that was not planned.
“How anyone can be so irresponsible as to have an unplanned pregnancy
in this day and age is just beyond me.”
Now, it’s a slap in the face.
“I’m so glad we will be able to tell our child that we planned and tried for them.”
My cheek is burning.
“They weren’t an accident. They were wanted and loved from the very beginning.”
Oh yes, because only you are capable of such feelings.
But you know what? My daughter wasn’t unplanned and she wasn’t an accident.
Every detail about her was carefully thought out, meticulously planned, and lovingly produced.
She may have been a surprise to Bran and I, but she wasn’t to God.
The God that knew what an amazing present he was giving us.
The God that knew she would be a perfect fit into our imperfect lives.
The God that knew we needed her even though we had no idea.
The God that saw a missing piece to our lives that we could never have filled so fully with all of the planning and trying our human minds and bodies could muster.
Sometimes God works alongside your plans, but more often than not he just does his own thing. Because, you see, he is the master when it comes to planning perfect surprises.